Ick reis’ nich nah Mailand un Rom,
dröm sinnig hier ünner den’n Bom,
Mak Urlauw up mien Datsche
mank Blaumen mit Fleigenklatsche.
De Immensang’ klingt schön för mi
as niemodsche Hit-Melodie.

I don’t go to Milan and to Rome,
Much rather relax here at home
By my shed on my own patch of land
Among flowers, with fly-swat in hand,
Hearing bees hum and buzz all day long,
Which sounds sweeter than any hit song.